First, I don’t like Turkey. It’s dry. Very dry. Tastes like a sponge. Feels like a sponge. Seems to suck the moisture from the bottom of the esophagus—just like a sponge. I never truly understood the reason behind the holiday either. For what exactly are we giving thanks? Stealing the country from its rightful owners?

The issue comes from my twenty-something need to experience the world and my human need not to be uncomfortable.

Is there a place for you in your life? Think about that, if you’ve got a handful of minutes. Now take my flashlight.

Whoever thought seat discrimination ended with Rosa Parks was wrong.

I’ve recently been living in the woods in northeast Pennsylvania, an area with sporadic internet access, no TV, and very little to do other than develop oneself intellectually and emotionally through a process of deep …

Every once in a while you need to shock your system into reminding you that there’s more to life than the 12 inches in front of your face.  In my (and many people’s) case, that …

Travel, even in short spurts, is good for the Choister soul . . .

Boy sets world in sights. Car explodes. Good times, overall.